Bob B. came for a visit this past week. It was cold and blowing snow much of the week. Bob is editing my recent novel Wilderness of the Beast, which is now finished and ready for a publisher to snap up. Came out well if I say so myself. My gratitude to him is immense as he guides my work and polishes my sentences like they are diamonds in the rough.

We went snowshoeing a couple of times this past week on an adjoining neighbors property and then ended down on the frozen lake as we walked essentially in a large circle. It was bitter cold but we were bundled up and with the hearty exercise it warmed the “innards”, as is commonly said in southern states vernacular. On an earlier walk in the week we spooked up a grouse that my dog Blue had sniffed out. It exploded into flight, bursting out of the snow where it had laid hidden. I don’t know who was more excited, the grouse or Blue.

Due to the very cold days the woodstove gobbled up firewood like Blue gulps down his dog food but we stayed warm and protected from the bitter cold in the well-built camp. It was a pleasure having Bob come to visit and I only hope that he will make the long trip from Lower Michigan soon.